Quotes About Endurance

Her heart was broken, but it had not stopped beating.

There are two ways of attaining an important end, force and perseverance; the silent power of the latter grows irresistible with time.

Death is not the greatest of evils; it is worse to want to die, and not be able to

Time eases all things.

For the wretched one night is like a thousand for someone faring well death is just one more night.

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

Of no mortal say, 'That man is happy,' till vexed by no grievous ill he pass Life's goal.

To know that all is well, even if late will come to know it, is at least some gain.

What shell did not feel the sound waves and which bird did not face at least once the wind?

Do not walk away from death because you came out of it.

What can we do without pain in front of happiness?

No tiredness can destroy hope like death can, as the absolute fatigue of life.

Determined now her tomb to build, Her ample skirt with stones she filled, And dropped a heap on Carron-more; Then stepped one thousand yards to Loar, And dropped another goodly heap; And then with one prodigious leap, Gained carrion-beg; and on its height Displayed the wonders of her might.

Insults should be well avenged or well endured.

My life is like my shoes, worn out by service.

Strength and struggle travel together.

there's nothing in the human heart or mind, no place no matter how twisted or secret, that can't be endured - if you have someone to share it with.

Carpentry is a young person's sport. It builds you up physically for the first few years, then starts tearing you down.

To fill the jugs we kneel on jagged rock and force them underwater, using the muscle mechanics you'd use drowning a hippo. We

runner-cum-slave

Life is a long agonised illness only curable by death

Suffering makes us capable of the full force of the Master of Delight; it makes us capable also to bear the utter play of the Master of Power. Pain is the key that opens the gates of strength; it is the high-road that leads to the city of beatitude.

Life, the river of the Spirit, consenting to anguish and sorrow.

My God is love and sweetly suffers all.